The Weaver And The Muse
Pen in hand, she peers solemnly into her paper
As she strikes out another line, another verse, another rhyme.
A bevy of thoughts are imploding inside her,
And she begins to weave her ramblings one more time.
She writes about the smile that graces his face
When his mouth curves to the left and his head cocks to the right.
She fits like a puzzle piece in his warm embrace,
Her head resting against his heart as he holds her tight.
She knits together a verse about his beguiling eyes,
The passion in them when he talks about Tuscany or the Northern Lights,
Or how she sees the exasperation in them rise
As he vents about the mundane, the cogs in a machine, and scali...
The memories I have as a toddler of reducing all the fifteen blues of Crayola to stubs
As I tried to capture the sky on infinite sheets of paper.
I remember sitting on my porch on cool summer afternoons- a little older-
Enjoying the freedom with my favourite flavour of crushed ice – blueberry.
I’d come back and watch Cookie Monster on TV;
I remember flashing a blue, toothy smile without a care in the world.
I was the fourth grader who always took the road less travelled on school trips;
I don’t remember getting lost as much as I remember finding myself- and a few Robin eggs.
Unlike others, I remember my high school library brimming with life –
Neptune raging his storms over the seas,
‘He’s probably better off than you are’, they said
‘You just let him live rent free inside your head.’
I blanked out their words as lay on my bed
Knowing that I’d rather think of you instead.
I wake up in the mornings and go about my way
Teaching kids how to read, to write, and to play.
All the love that they give me throughout the whole day
Isn’t enough to fill the emptiness that won’t go away.
I return home in the evenings on that crowded bus
I hear vehicles and people talking, and amidst all the fuss
I hear the conductor yelling and the bus driver cuss,
I try to drown out all the noises and just think about us
I travel back to a different time, a different day...
THE UNTITLED ALOK-EVANGELINE PROJECT.
And as the memories engulfed him, tears welled in his eyes. He knew too much. He remembered too much. The length of her stride, her smell, the taste of her tongue in the morning, the sound of her moans. For the rest of the evening he sat in the balcony and stared at everything and yet nothing in particular, lost in the memories of a time long ago, reliving them, wondering how different would be his world if she was still in it.
His wife knew that he wasn't thinking of her. She knew him too much. Loved him too much. She loved his smile, his hair, the way he slept, how he would drop a compliment when she least expected it. Sta...
THE UNTITLED ALOK-EVANGELINE PROJECT.
He lived in a flat near the Institute where the rent rates weren't high, and the locality wasn’t really posh, but who was he to grumble – most of his colleagues and friends were still struggling to find a place to stay at. He was only a mediocre cook, thus settling to have his meals at the local eatery when he didn't have anyone over. He was a lone wolf, for the most part, but he got by with a little help from his friends. So, when a friend who worked at the Institute invited him to the event, he didn't say no.
The event was uninteresting. It didn't help that he barely knew anything about the topic that the old men in ove...
THE UNTITLED ALOK-EVANGELINE PROJECT.
They had moved in quite recently.
The unpacked boxes still lay in a corner of the other room, requiring attention. Every day, he cited his busy job - his boss had promised him a raise soon and thus he was forced to work overtime. Or at least, that was the excuse he gave. They needed the money now, more than ever, to ease the burden of the loans they had taken for the house and the car. He often wondered if she was convinced, but he didn't question her about it. But today, he knew he had to do it. She was down with a mild cold; it was an allergy he knew, and she would recover by the end of the day, but when she hugged him after...
First things first, can't thank you enough for bestowing the tag of "featured writer". Sure it sounds nice and beautiful. Needless to say, I am humbly honoured and privileged.
The journey through letters has been really eventful. Not only I met a daughter here, a lovely beautiful kid, whom I consider a part of me. Lettrs has been so benevolent on me, as God Himself. When I did pray for kids for me, never knew an app on the net would answer my prayers.
I have loved writing on Lettrs. I remember my habit of twenty long years. Whenever a thought crossed my mind, I scribbled on a piece of paper and after a few days threw it away into the bin. If I had lettrs then, things would have ...
just to say a thank you to my new family ....
"the lettrs family"
Thank you for your words of appreciation . It s a immense pleasure when my words reach a stalwart like you. Every comment and impression on my fridge keeps the spark in me glowing and inspires me to write more .
This was way too much to be asked for a person like me, who just writes as a hobby.
I am blessed .
Your work on literature is an art ,every work of yours is a masterpiece .
The incessant enthusiasm and encouragement which you spread among writers is priceless .
I am very happy to be a part of this Family.
Thank you again for your time.
Keep in touch .
Wishing you most and more.
Reading this letter after a long night of studying just fixed everything up.
It's the people here, the largest family is here that has done this to me. Ironically, the family makes you feel wanted.
It was lovely and really flattering to read this letter.
I'm so glad that there are other people out there who enjoy writing and reading as much as I do and don't hold back from appreciating or helping anyone.
You really have a good heart sending out such warm letters to people.
Thank you for your words :)
Until next time.
Thank you very much for appreciating my letter. It truly means a lot to me that you took out your time to write me that wonderful letter .I Thank you again for your kind and encouraging words.
I want to tell you that the moment I saw your page, I instantly fell in love with your creativity, your doodles, your stories and your posts. They all are just impeccable.
I hope to learn more from you and all the other brilliant minds here in near future. And this app is simply amazing, I am obsessed. Thank you again
Dear HBO, Today I’m starting with you. I love you for John Oliver. Thank you for the laughs and more importantly, thank you for not restricting his creative freedom on ‘Last Week Tonight’. He says what needs to be said, and he says it bluntly (and humorously). Thank you for showing us EXACTLY how satire is supposed to be expressed. I now have a new standard when it comes to choosing men, and even though it might skirt outside the boundaries of normalcy, I’d like me a John Oliver.
And do I really need to tell you this, HBO? Thank you for Game of Thrones.
Dear Comedy Central, Thank you for the laughs. Period.
No, hold on. I’m not done. Thank you for John Stewart. It’s a real do...
Thank you for all of your kind words. It means a lot knowing my thoughts and ideas are appreciated. Lettrs has become a place where people can just WRITE and a place where everyone's words are heard, which is something beautiful. Being a FEATURED WRITER on it??? Its not something I thought would ever happen. I've received so many kind words and hope to gain as much insight into others' thoughts and ideas as I can. It's a wonderful way to learn.
Looking forward to reading your letters Miss Charles.
Hello again, Evangeline.
I am honored that you took time to read my fridge. 1 day at lettrs and I have received such a beautiful response. It's because of that I tend to write more and more.
I am in love with this app. Now, I think why didn't I find this before.
Thank you for welcoming me here. I know I am going to have a nice time.
I am glad to be a part of the lettrs family. :)
I have to say that I am absolutely obsessed with your fridge,your letters and doodles are simply amazing. I always look for ward to new letters from you.
Anyway that's all I wanted to say,have a nice day further:)
Thank you very much for your letter. It makes me feel accepted in this community.
The WYTIWYG letter is more like a note-to-self for me, because sometimes as a human I forget that God has the best plan for me. He knows best.
This is the most original app I have so far. The community is so friendly and the staffs aren't there only to observe, but also involve in the conversations. I love this community.
Thank you again for your warm words. I appreciate it. :)
I am aware of our slightly significant interactions afore this letter I write to you, but none that have proven themselves sizeable in nature to remain accentuated for a foreseeable period. Be that as it may, I simply desire to tell you that your works of art have left me spellbound. I do adore doodling from time to time, but the grandeur you unveil in each piece that colours the swathe lets me swoon.
I have a deep respect for artists for I reckon they see beyond their silly, defined point of infinity. And to recognise you as an artist with much preponderate potency would be a thought no sapien can give a second thought to.
Having said that, I do deeply appreciate what you...
Anatomy Of Lust
Tonight you’re all mine. Yes, you.
How would like to have the night of your life? I’ll show you how ecstasy is supposed to feel like. Yes, feel. Far too often you indulge your body in acts that make you experience nothing but soreness, boredom, and perhaps, loneliness.
But I won’t be satisfied until you lie down and scream my name. I won’t be satisfied until I feel the fire in your loins burning for me. I won’t be satisfied until you cry; and you WILL cry because, by the end of it, you will realize that there is nothing in the remainder of your paltry existence that will ever compare to what you are going to experience tonight...
Take my hand, darling, and f...
It's so nice to hear that you like to know more about what's in my head...
Because I really interested in it as well=)hahah
Sometimes even I don't know what will come up next...
But this team that build this amazing app,and things that you do,create makes me feel even more inspired day after day=)
Thank you for that
P.S.there will be more art.
Hello Eva! :)
I just read your letter. Thank you for your warm welcome, I appreciate it a lot. I'm still on the process of knowing how to use this app and seeing its features but I'm starting to love it. I hope I can be more inspired throught other people's letters and I hope I can also inspire them as well. Again, thank you and more powers to you Eva! :)
hey again :)
I dont know where to start. You!!! are an amazing writer. I just went through your fridge and the first thing which caught my attention was your letter which said 'anatomy of a kill' if im not wrong. I felt a shiver down my spine and also got goosebumps all over my body while reaing it. It felt so real like i was the victim. Ive never read anything so um.. feelable ( :P If im allowed to say that) .I didnt know that something so cruel yet beautifully intense could be put into words. Im at awe like seriously! You are a huge inspiration for amateurs like me. Im not somebody who writes. This is the first time IVe ever written anything in my life and I enjoy writing here at lett...
Hey eva! :)
Hope you are doing well. Im really sorry for not writing back any sooner. I got stuck with some work.
It was really sweet of you to make time for reading my letters and appreciating me.
I am very happy to be a part of the lettrs family now. Its not everyday that you find someone who makes an effort to encourage you but you did so and I am truly thankful for that. I will surely write to you if at all I need any help.
Once again, thank you so much for your letter.
I am delighted to read your kind and welcoming words. It has not been easy for me to express myself in a foreign language even though I am comfy with it.
I would like to point out as well that I found your vocabulary quite exquisite and vast, and that is worthy of envy. It will be my pleasure to keep in touch and share my random "musings".
Congratulations Eddie Redmayne on bringing home an Oscar for The Theory of Everything ! :)
Here's to Stephen Hawking and to those battling ALS!
Congratulations to The Imitation Game's Graham Moore for winning Best Adapted Screenplay.
Here's to Alan Turing (and Cumberbatch)!
"Stay Weird. Stay Different"
Thank you for the warm greetings!
Its like Family here!
Theres so much to learn and value
here.. I gain new insights, allowing me to channel through different perspectives, and gain an understanding of where they're coming from or what they're going
I've come to find that many people from different walks of
life /classifications/ backgrounds etc. are able to come here and remain humble and very respectful of difference in thoughts, opinions,
American Sniper deserved more than an Oscar for Sound Editing.
Clint Eastwood shows us how an 84 year old can still be relevant in the movie business with his best work yet, and a commendable performance by Bradley Cooper :)